I don’t like it this way

My mind is in the wrong place

I can’t think straight

I don’t know if I want to

I can’t keep it clean anymore

My thoughts

My words

My room

I Don’t wanna wake up

I just want to sleep

until I can’t sleep anymore

and then I’ll sleep again

There is dishes on my desk

cups and forks and plates

Clothes on the floor

Did i wear that yesterday?

I feel trapped

my room is so small

yet it holds so much

pure emotion

Posters falling off the walls

Painting chipping from the frame

The door is creaky

and the windows do not look the same

Have not brushed my hair

Have not changed my clothes

slept past noon

Havnt left the house in a while

I know it seems dramatic

But I am stuck here alone

I don’t have depression

So don’t take this the wrong way

I am lonely as can be

Because no one wants to be friends with me

I dont read anymore

all i do is scroll

Help me get rid of this messy room

Please help me pick up my shattered pieces

I beg you to listen

And maybe stay for awhile